Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Okay here goes!

My grandmother is Apache Indian, and used to be more a shamaness when she was younger but she married my grandfather and later converted to Catholicism.

Well, she carved me this statue of Saint Michael defeating Satan out of some kind of wood, it was made for me to not have nightmares when I was a child. Well, as I got older, maybe bout 15, I had this dream I was in a big warehouse and the walls were covered in blood with writing I didn’t know. I then saw a black shadow with no form fly into me really hard like it slammed me. When I woke from the dream I had this urge to kill someone like a lust or a thirst, anyone that stayed the night with me would probably be dead no joke!

So I looked over to the statue of St. Michael and began saying his prayer in my head over and over. I began to shake then it all stopped and I fell asleep! Well for some reason I ended up in the same warehouse and the thing came at me again but this time a flash of red and gold and white flew into the shadow and I could barely make out it was humanoid. It was bright but very warm, its wings or what I thought were wings, were flecks of white and gold. It turned to me and said, “do not worry this one will bother you no longer rest easy child” and as the dream faded the being flashed what looked like a sword with white flames or aura coming from it.

This next part ties with it, I believe that the actual angel is guarding my family a lot, just hear me out. My dad was young, maybe 13, he told me himself and my uncle were riding bikes in a forest in northern Michigan when he literally was clotheslined by a barb wire that was tied between two trees and it was right in his throat. He should have been dead but he had no marks on his neck at all.

The finale to this is I saw a psychic one time. She was wiccan. She told me that Michael the archangel, not saint Michael because wiccans don’t condone Christianity, is my primary guardian. As of right now I’m a soldier and have had close calls. I do know this much, no matter where I am I wear my Saint Michael pendant around my neck, its made of silver for protective purposes.

Written by Don Ballow, Copyright 2008